Katie was berating Jet when I got there, "I no monster! I a girl!!"
Jet came to me and clung tight when I took him from Wendy. He cried for another thirty seconds and then looked up when Wendy handed me his portfolio for the year. It was a folder with all his drawings, paintings, and artwork from nine months' worth of painting or drawing once a week. Wow. It's quite the collection and I really wanted to go through it all. She also had some very, very muddy clothing in various bags, a bag filled with all the extra clothing and stuff from his cubby, and his diaper bag was quite filled to the brim. Wow.
Jet just clung to me, and we said good-bye and thank you and see you Saturday... so it felt a little unreal, still.